Down, down thou struggling sigh,
O do not flow fond tear!
Shun Pity's curious eye,
My face a smile shall wear,
'Till night draws nigh
And spreads her friendly gloom.
She comes! she comes!
Now heave my sighs
My tears now freely flow,
I haste where cold my Laura lies
To silence and unheeded woe.
To me the world contains
Nought but her dear remains
Laura! now my widow'd breast
Knows not, ought of rest,
Save when unseen
I clasp thy peaceful tomb.
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